Wednesday, November 14, 2007

After a morning of pokes, pricks, prods and shots, along with various gagging, hacking and snorting tests at the doctor's office, the verdict is officially IN:

I am allergic to my life.

OK, that's a bit over-dramatic and not completely true.

I'm not allergic to my entire life, only to some of the things -- and creatures -- in it that bring me the greatest comfort and happiness. (How's that for drama?)Here's a short list of stuff I'm allergic to:

Thanks "Blog"! Actually, there are TWO comforters there. Laura's parents gave us two amazingly puffy and cozy individual down comforters when we went to Germany in September. (That's how beds are there; each person has his/her own "cocoon." VERY yummy-cozy, but also just a tad TOO individual, perhaps...) Amazingly enough, I'm not allergic to the feathers, just to the dust mites that are in all bedding.

I share your allergy to grass and dust mites. It sucks big time since they are always around. I'd hate it even more if I were to be allergic to cats.

I take pills 50% of the days and creme on the rashes that they give me.

For bedding: there exist special covers though and regularly washing at 60C should help a great deal...and not too much heat in bedroom ! What I never understand is that American houses seem to have so much carpets...my house is carpetless and I love it. (we do have floorheating). do you have a lot of sofa's? in which material?